Being Sick Of Waiting 1/2 by CharlieRoz, literature
Literature
Being Sick Of Waiting 1/2
“I’m not sick!” Alexander protested, trying to sit up in the bed that he was confined to by too-tight sheets that were tucked underneath him from his toes to his shoulders. Travis rolled his eyes at him and pushed him back down with the backside of his palm to Alex’s burning forehead.
“Okay,” he said sarcastically, sitting on the edge of the bed. He picked up the thermometer that he had just checked Alex’s temperature with it and held it out to his face so that he could see. “A one-hundred-and-one temperature isn’t sick to you?”
“I don’t get sick,” Alex stated, wig
Alexander spreads his arms out on the back of the couch, sinking down into the cushions. He turns on the television, flipping through channels idly until deeming a program on National Geographic worthy enough to settle on. He isn't really a big TV watcher, but he doesn't see anything else better to do and the recent gloomy weather has him feeling lazy. He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders as Travis comes into the room. He shakes his head disapprovingly at Alex and sighs, sitting down comfortably into his side and readjusting until they were snugly together.
"You really shouldn't do that," he says, nudging Alex in the side before he ope
It was a day like any other; nothing special or particular going on, and the tangled bodies rolling around on the bed was a common sight to the walls of the small mobile home. Jovial laughter spilled heartedly from their guts as they grabbed and kissed and tickled each other breathless, grins stretching across their faces and pinching the corners of their eyes together. Alexander had finally pinned his restless boyfriend to the mattress with his hands held above his head by a sturdy but gentle grip on his wrists. Travis just smiled up at him playfully, catching his breath and keeping their eyes locked. They stayed like that for a while, just